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Pints Before Pistols – Street Cut 2 by Weronika

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Pints Before Pistols – Street Cut 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:002:57
Lyrics
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(Intro)
Yeah, we do it different, yeah, listen up,
From the streets to the pubs, here’s the story cut.
Pints before pistols, yeah, that’s the code,
In a world gone crazy, gotta lighten the load.
(Verse 1)
Here, America’s tapped, the whole place cracked,
Sixteen with a shooter, but a pint? Nah, lack.
Can’t neck a Guinness, can’t sip on a stout,
But a yoke in your hand? They’ll sort you right out.
(Pre-Chorus)
What’s the bleedin’ story, it’s pure gobshite rules,
Guns in the hands of the kids in the schools.
In Dublin we’re laughin’, in Belfast the same,
They’re drownin’ in bullets, we’re drownin’ in fame.
(Chorus)
So cheers to the lads with the stout in the hand,
Not the kids with the Glocks in a blood-soaked land.
America’s lost, man, the culture’s gone wrong,
Here we drink, we fight, but we live on strong.
(Verse 2)
Politicians talkin’, but they’re spoofers, lad,
Sayin’ “freedom this, freedom that” — it’s mad.
Can’t buy a Bulmers, can’t touch that rum,
But here’s an AR-15, away ye go, son.
(Pre-Chorus)
Land of the free? More like land of the mess,
Shoot-outs on the street while the people stress.
We’ve pints in the gaf, tunes bangin’ all night,
They’ve triggers and trauma, it’s just not right.
(Chorus)
So cheers to the lads with the stout in the hand,
Not the kids with the Glocks in a blood-soaked land.
America’s lost, man, the culture’s gone wrong,
Here we drink, we fight, but we live on strong.
(Bridge)
Raise your glass, let’s drown the pain,
No more shots echoin’ down the lane.
From Dublin’s streets to the world’s stage light,
We choose the pints, we choose the fight — the fight for right.
(Outro)
Yeah, pints before pistols, that’s the way we live,
In the heart of the night, got so much to give.
So raise up your glass, let the stories unfold,
In a world gone crazy, it’s the warmth we hold.